People wonder why I stand on the top of the step and watch. It is safer that way to decide who is fake and who is real. Only the children are truthful in who they are. I believed her lie. She certainly was the prude one minute and the compassionate woman that most noble ladies show. She had her act down. I will give her that.
She has shown her true self, too late for me, to avoid the hurt my husband feels. She is nothing more than a common street tramp giving off airs of the gentile. Others will see through it or not; I care not for the company she holds is questionable. I noticed that even her latest tends to ignore her in preference for one who fully admits what he is.
We offered friendship, even with her extreme mood swings. We stood by her through thick and thin. We even gave her relief from her son’s misbehavior, something I would never allow in my children; I would spend more time with them to discover what is truly wrong.
Ah well, who am I to judge. We all make mistakes in our child-rearing. I have made a few.
We have decided to sneak sweats into the pony to watch the catfights that will develop. And they will. For tramps pretending to be nobles seem to believe that drama is part of the nobility’s right. I should have know when she attacked Thad. A man from the land of where she claims her nobility. Ah, the entertainment her catfights will provide, perhaps that will soothe my lifemate.
